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Before Zhao Quan could even take a step forward, he was slapped on the back of his head. It was quite heavy, and it was a little wooden.    

    

When he faced the thin man again, the thin man had already roared arrogantly. "I am Upper Class. You have to smile when you speak to me. You have to maintain your attitude and respect. Earlier, I asked you to bow, but now, I want you to kneel down!"    

    

This was the privilege class of this world. Even a dog that was in the privilege class represented the privilege class.    

    

It was like the protection of the laws of the dynasty: The offenders below, regardless of any reason, will be sentenced to five years in prison and be demoted to the civil class.    

    

Criminals, commoners, Upper Class, and nobles. Criminals were two levels away from Upper Class. The thin man was naturally high and mighty.    

    

As the thin man shouted, Zhao Quan watched indifferently. He did not respond, nor did he retort.    

    

However, he did not do as Upper Class asked. He knew what the thin man was thinking. He wanted to get some benefits from the bank card that Cao Guosheng had given him with twenty thousand Dishu Stones.    

    

"Glaring at me? His eyes are so fierce! What, you still want to offend your superiors and hit me?"    

    

Okay, come, come and hit me. I'll hit you with my head up! "    

    

"If you don't hit me, You're just a b * tch and a donkey's b * stard!"    

    

As he shouted, the thin man, who relied on the protection of the privileged class, rubbed his head against Zhao Quan's body.    

    

Obviously, he thought that this lowly commoner in front of him did not dare to make a move, unless he wanted to stay in a cell for five years!    

    

Beside him, Fatty, who had not spoken the entire time, looked at him happily, as if he was looking at a thin man playing with a monkey.    

    

He liked to watch such a good show. Upper Class was born a lowly commoner, and he had worked hard to climb up to this day. In order to not be bullied by others, his initial loyalty had gradually turned into a bully under the protection of the privileged class.    

    

Only by doing so could he show that all his efforts over the years had not been in vain. This was a kind of abnormal enjoyment that was almost like drinking drugs.    

    

However, in the next moment, the thin man rubbed his head. Under the fatty's appreciation, Zhao Quan's palm pressed on the thin man's head that was rubbing against him. At the same time, he lifted his knee fiercely.    

    

After a bang, the thin man instinctively covered his nose with both hands. His head was lowered as if he was kowtowing.    

    

Fatty, who was beside him, was stunned. He had lived for more than twenty years, but he had never seen anyone in Dynasty who dared to offend their superiors.    

    

He raised his arm and pointed at Zhao Quan. "You, you, you..."    

    

Zhao Quan turned to look at him and asked jokingly. "What? Upper Class, do you also have that kind of weird request?"    

    

When he started walking towards the fat man, the fat man immediately twisted his fat body and ran away. He shouted loudly, asking for the protection of the Police Station's guards at the entrance.    

    

The fat man ran further and further away. Zhao Quan did not stop him. Instead, he grabbed the thin man's collar and punched his face with his right fist. The punch was as red as a flower, and his eyes were swollen.    

    

When he let go of the thin man who was protected by the privileged class, the people from the Police Station came over.    

    

At this moment, the fatty who had fled in panic became extremely fierce. "Damn it! It's this lowly peasant! " It's him, he offends his superior, he fights... "    

    

With a bang, an old punch landed on his face. The fatty covered his mouth and stopped moving. His eyes were wide open, and fresh blood flowed out from between his fingers.    

    

Obviously, he didn't expect that this lowly peasant would dare to hit him in front of the people of the Police Station.    

    

At this moment, Zhao Quan, who had offended his superior, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He even said to the people of Police Station in a carefree manner, "Let me borrow some fire."    

    

He had offended his superior as a lowly commoner. He had even beaten up Upper Class in front of the people from the Police Station. He had even borrowed a lighter from them after he had raped Upper Class. Zhao Quan's behavior could be said to be extremely arrogant.    

    

His arrogance had completely ignited the thin man's anger.    

    

Without waiting for Zhao Quan to vent his anger, he shouted at the men from the Police Station, whose face had been beaten black and blue, "Are you people from the Police Station blind? You lowly peasants have beaten Upper Class, why haven't you arrested him yet?!"    

    

Although they were all Upper Class, the skinny man's status in the Dream Trial was obviously higher than those men from the Police Station.    

    

The leader of the team walked up to the skinny guy and explained awkwardly, "We can't catch him. How can we catch him? Look at his forehead. There's no mark on his forehead. He's still under the military register for the time being. Even the secretary can't catch him."    

    

The law of Dynasty. Those who enter the military can temporarily remove their identity mark. When they retire, they can remark their nationality.    

    

Now that Zhao Quan did not have an identity imprint on his forehead, it naturally meant that he was a soldier.    

    

The military and the local two families were independent and did not interfere with each other. If the place captured the registered soldiers, it would be no different from making the military look bad.    

    

The thin man was slightly stunned. He had never experienced such a thing before, and he had never encountered anyone who dared to offend him. Naturally, he did not understand this.    

    

However, he felt that there was still a way. Thus, he instructed the team leader: "Then follow him. When you enter the exit, you will be a citizen. When that time comes, you will arrest him!"    

    

The team leader still did not make a move. He said with a bitter face: "Even if you become a citizen, you can't arrest him."    

    

The thin man was completely anxious. "Why can't we arrest him? Why?"    

    

The fatty beside him also widened his eyes, eagerly waiting for an explanation.    

    

In the midst of awkwardness, the team leader said in a low voice: "Because there is a rule in the laws of Dynasty that for the crimes committed by soldiers when they are registered, after they are registered as citizens, they are not allowed to pursue the previous crimes. This is how the laws are stipulated. No one can do anything about it... "    

    

The thin man was stunned. He looked at the fatty beside him who was also beaten up, then looked at the group leader who had a constipated expression, and muttered in a daze.    

    

"Could it be that I got beaten up for nothing?"    

    

Facing the thin man's pitiful inquiry, The team leader really couldn't say the word 'yes' out loud.    

    

After thinking for a while, he finally came up with a feasible solution.    

    

"You can try to challenge him personally, if he accepts"    

    

"I accept, I accept. I accept. How we fight will be up to you!"    

    

As soon as the group leader finished speaking, Zhao Quan, who was smoking, rolled up his sleeves impatiently.    

    

That eager look had given the thin man a fright. It was obvious that the trauma of being beaten up still existed in his heart.    

    

"What kind of bullshit idea is that!"    

    

The thin man wished he could kick the leader of the Police Station into a rolling ball. The farther he rolled, the better.    

    

Zhao Quan did not care about that. He walked straight towards the thin man.    

    

"Come on. Didn't you challenge me? I accept it, I accept it sincerely, I accept it too much!"    

    

The thin man was anxious and quickly hid in the group of Police Station. He argued while hiding.    

    

"I didn't issue a challenge. That was just a suggestion from him. I really didn't!"    

    

Upper Class's imposing manner had completely disappeared from the thin man's body at this moment.    

    

If he said he was panicking like a stray dog, perhaps even a dog would feel wronged.    

    

Zhao Quan was holding a cigarette in his mouth as he chased after the thin man unhurriedly. The thin man circled around the people of Police Station to avoid him. This made the few people of Police Station especially embarrassed.    

    

They were law enforcers, but they could only watch helplessly as a case of a superior was happening.    

    

At the same time, they were also filled with disdain towards the thin man's behavior.    

    

Usually, those who were high and mighty would immediately return to their cowardly form when they encountered a tough opponent. This was really a thing that bullied the weak and feared the strong.    

    

After teasing the thin man for a while, Zhao Quan spat out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth.    

    

"You don't want to challenge me? Then I'm leaving!"